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Even when she came back and set right what her first trip through the Underground hadn't, Frisk had proven to be only selfless. It was the only way she knew how to be, and it was the only way Asrielle expected her to be. Even as a flower turned sociopathic by loneliness and forbidden knowledge, Asrielle understood how incorruptible Frisk was. It was why she had let herself be saved from that fate in the first place. Resisting the human was a waste of time.

That had been ten years ago, years in which Asrielle, restored to her original body and in the presence of her reconciled parents, had aged into the form of a lovely young adult. Physically in her twenties if not mentally well past that age, she found herself living contentedly with Frisk whose role as a human-monster ambassador was no longer needed. They shared a home outside a city, wanting for nothing, checked up on often by friends both monster and human.

Asrielle was gentle and sweet, and much like the stoic human she lived with, seemingly asexual. At times she touched herself, rubbing her virgin groin under soapy bathwater, but she never thought of anybody she knew. To do so seemed somehow wrong.

That, however, was before the Voice started to speak to her. It was so clear and distinct that at first she thought it was something outside of her horned head. It could not have been Frisk, whom lacked speech, but Asrielle doubted Frisk would say such things anyway.

[i]She's asleep in her room right now. You know what you could do. It's so much fun. She wouldn't even know until you started doing it.[/i]

The Voice was persistent. It was a chipper, cheerful voice, something she could speak in herself if she wanted to. It wasn't quite the flower, but it wasn't quite not the flower either. There was something else to the Voice, some confidence and power far exceeding the petty cynicism of what Flowey had been, and it was as familiar as it was unpleasant, reminding her of the taste of medicine.

[i]Just go and do it. You know I'm right. After everything[/i] she's [i]done, you know it has to happen this way.[/i]

Asrielle curled into herself, shivering as though ill. Her bare, white back shook, evenly toned muscles growing tense and defined under pillowy white fur. She masturbated helplessly, eagerly, listening to the Voice and its suggestions. "You're right," she heard herself muttering to the darkness of her room. "Yeah, you're absolutely right... I have to do it."

Three in the morning. That was when Asrielle stood at the foot of Frisk's bed, naked and staring dispassionately at the sleeping figure under the thin sheet. The night light in the hall shone through the open doorway, casting a pale blue trapezoid onto the carpet. Asrielle stood shadowed against it, listening to the lure of the Voice.

[i]Pull off the blankets. Yank them back. Let the human wake up shocked and afraid... or as shocked as that dull face of hers can look, anyway,[/i] hee hee. [i]Make her wonder what's happening. And then do it.[/i]

The goat monster began to smile. It was gentle, tugging at the corners of her mouth before flat teeth showed in it, and then the smile became a grin. She took the hem of the sheet in soft white fingers and yanked it off of Frisk, exposing a body clothed in lavender panties and a dull white nightshirt which had seen better days. The human flinched and sat up, looked around in confusion, and set eyes upon the goat. Her head tilted inquisitively, black hair falling to one side.

"Howdy, Frisk," said Asrielle evenly. She walked onto the bed, feet cratering the mattress, then dropped to her knees. She bounced on the bed; her breasts bounced a second longer than her body. "There's something I have to do now. Sorry."

Frisk started to pull back, her stolid face showing the slightest amount of concern in the eyes, but the goat was fully awake and faster for it. She pinned the human to the bed and kissed her, finding she liked the feel of soft human lips on her fuzzy face. Her tail wiggled.

The human instinctively kissed back, moving sluggishly, but Asrielle's advances had a galvanizing effect. She reached for the goat's head, sliding fingers just under her horns and across the loping, long ears which hung not unlike bangs. Asrielle murmured something, her words unintelligible spoken against the human's lips.

Asrielle let her hips rest on Frisk's, and though she kept her face where it was and her dull red eyes locked with the perpetual squint of the human, she arched her back out in a feline manner. One hungry hand came up, tunneling beneath the Frisk's night shirt.

A shiver passed through Frisk's body, its path that of the racing, white shape of Asrielle's mitt. She was used to being tickled and cuddled by soft white fur; her adoptive mother Toriel was given to such affection, and her husband Asgore was even more of a cuddlebug. Frisk therefore found Asrielle's fur on her body familiar, but the lewd context was thrilling. When the goat grasped one of her small breasts, Frisk exhaled sharply, opening her lips against the goat's.

[i]Put your tongue in her mouth. Like you've seen in those silly cartoons Alphys watches.[/i] Asrielle obeyed the Voice, thrusting her tongue sloppily past Frisk's parted lips. [i]That's it. Lick. Get her good... after all, you have to repay her for what she did, don't you?[/i]

She squeezed Frisk's breast, dimpling soft skin. She could feel the nipple stiffening against her palm, and she was acutely aware of the human's arching rise.

Their warm groins met. Asrielle was growing wet in a familiar way, but the speed at which it was happening was shocking and vulgar. She squeezed Frisk's breast, thumbing the nipple, teasing it like a button. Her tongue depressed the human's and Frisk uttered a small coo. [i]She doesn't make noise very often. Apparently she likes girls... so get her clothes off of her. Then you know what to do, don't you?[/i]

Frisk's fingers slid through Asrielle's fur, rubbing down her back in an awkward but longing touch. She held the goat monster by the hips and there here fingers quivered, wishing to touch more erogenous zones but too shy and polite to even dare. It was almost unbearable how wet she was getting; she felt her panties sticking to her delicate loins.

Asrielle pulled back her tongue, passion draining all elegance from her movements. Saliva gleamed on their lips like gloss and the goat thought for a brief, intense moment that the sight of she and Frisk together like this would have shocked her parents into hours of silence. [i]Or maybe they think you do this already, and they're just polite about it... there's something to think about,[/i] said the inner voice, teasing her.

"Let me get your clothes off," Asrielle said, nearly out of breath. She straddled the human, still dozy and blushing horribly. Asrielle grabbed the bottom edge of the nightshirt and tugged it up, removing it in one long tug. [i]The panties now,[/i] said the Voice, urgently. [i]You need to get[/i] those [i]off now. And then...[/i]

She wasn't listening. She leaned down and pecked Frisk on the lips, but spurned another tongue-kiss which the human tried to start. Instead Asrielle nosed lower, bringing her lips near the human's breasts. She kissed one of Frisk's pert, pink nipples and swirled her tongue around the nub. A quiet moan escaped the human, another shocking vocalization. Asrielle caught herself wondering if she were hitting on Frisk's most buried desires.

"You have a pretty body," said the goat quietly, nosing Frisk's mild cleavage. The human petted the back of her head, stroking down from her crown to shoulders in slow rubs.

[i]If you're done wasting time, her panties are still on her. I don't need to tell you why those need to come off right now, do I?[/i] The tone of the Voice had grown to be a threatening one, admonishing her with a strictness her parents had never shown. She was inclined to heed this voice then as ever, but still she took the slow path, nosing down Frisk's body and planting kisses on the supple, naked flesh of her belly. Frisk fell silent again, but Asrielle knew just how the girl felt.

Asrielle's lips neared the human's panties. She straightened and stretched, feeling like she'd run a mile and had a few more to go - but it was a journey she was eager to undertake. Licking her lips and grinning at the very corners of her mouth, Asrielle slipped her fingers under the waist of Frisk's panties and tugged down on them, inverting them in the groin as they stuck to the wet pussylips they made decent.

"You're wet," Asrielle said, her words awed. Now the Voice was talking to her again. It commanded her, telling her just what to do, but the condescension was gone. In its place was a sultry tone which promised her how much they both would enjoy what was to come. But it had to be spontaneous, a surprise for the both of them performed with no time to hash it out. Asrielle followed the instructions blindly.

It took the lithe goat just a moment to herself positioned. Frisk moved with her in fine concert, following her roommate's lead with an expectant expression and rosy, hot cheeks. It was undoubtedly the most bizarre, even depraved thing she had ever done in her whole life, but it seemed all right with Asrielle her partner in it.

The end result of this brisk maneuvering saw them cunt to cunt, legs splayed over each other reminiscent of something out of one of Undyne's training regiments. Asrielle's heart raced; her wet loins throbbed against Frisk's. She reached down for the human's hand and took it almost desperately, interlacing fingers with her.

[i]Now rub against her. Grind, show her how to do it. You just move your hips against hers, and that's it. This is how you'll repay her for what she did.[/i]

Asrielle had never gyrated before. It just wasn't a skill she'd ever thought about, let alone tried to master, but her grinds against the human were functional. She was doing little more than humping Frisk, the motions smearing overmoistened cuntflesh together like deviously grinding one's palms. It felt awkward and strange and terrifically wrong, but the Voice praised her. As if she were a puppy being petted, Asrielle grinned at the Voice's emphatic praise and worked harder still against her friend.

If she had shown anything in all her determination, Frisk had proved that she was accepting of the strange. She held on tight to Asrielle's fuzzy hand and she ground right back against her, letting her virgin loins rub those of the goat. Her body tingled. The benign tickle from cuddly fur was twisted into a lewd pleasure, but that was only the filigree; the true delight was the sordid grind of one pussy against another, making their lips smear and rub, parting again and again as if their loins were kissing. Vaginal wetness was exchanged as freely as the saliva in their earlier kiss, and the human's grip on Asrielle's hand was a barometer for her pleasure. The more tightly she squeezed, the closer she was, and already her grip was less that of a human and more the iron squeeze of a robot.

"Hoo, boy," Asrielle squeaked between breaths. Her toes curled and her hand ached under Frisk's, but the pain of the squeeze was the very last thing on her mind. She could have been bleeding and she wouldn't have cared just then. The pleasure subsumed all other feelings. So many of her muscles ached from such strange exertion, but it was pain like any other, and she ignored it with such outrageous pleasure to be had. She shrugged off the burn and rubbed against Frisk with everything she had.

It was sudden and shocking like lighting out of a clear blue sky when Frisk cried out. She didn't say anything, and the vocalization was really just a squeak, but Asrielle was stunned. The human's grip tightened harder still, then tapered off, and she collapsed against the bed with muscles locked. Her vulva throbbed, sticky juices oozing into Asrielle's fuzz. The human's small breasts heaved with every sharp breath and Asrielle found herself wanting to touch Frisk, to hold and kiss her. The Voice was not suggesting this; it was an impetus all her own.

[i]But not yet,[/i] the Voice did say. [i]You need to finish yourself first. And you're close. Boy, are you close to it. It's just like in the bathtub, but it's better than that. You'll see.[/i]

Asrielle could believe that. She was humping against Frisk madly, making the human's bed squeak and groan on its springs. Asrielle didn't realize it but she was biting her lip, pinching it hard enough that although she didn't draw blood, she was digging furrows in it. Muttered nothings passed her lips, made unintelligible by the bite. It was she who was squeezing now, holding tight to Frisk who seemed to want to just pass out, but the goat couldn't quit.

[i]Here it is,[/i] said the Voice, gently. [i]You won't hear from me again, not for a while. Not if you keep doing this.[/i] Just then, it seemed to laugh in a familiar, unsettling way.

With the goat's sudden climax, all communication from the Voice ended as though with the flip of a switch. Asrielle didn't notice it, too engrossed in her messy orgasm to pay attention to such things. She squirted all over Frisk's smooth loins, returning the earlier moistening in spades, and from her lips came a cry which was first sharp, then warbling. She fell against the bed, fingers slipping away from Frisk's. Their loins stayed near but not flush, and Asrielle wondered for a moment where the Voice had gone to.

"Ah... gosh," said the monster. "I'm, well--, something got into me."

Frisk patted the goat's leg. Asrielle had been around the human enough to know what her body language meant, and Frisk was telling her not to worry about it.

Asrielle laughed quietly, sounding - and feeling - more than a bit embarrassed. "You're so forgiving," she tutted, and laboriously climbed off of the human. Every muscle felt as though it were now leaden, but her mind felt lighter with the absence of the Voice. "Could I...? You know. Sleep with you the rest of the night?"

A smile, as rare as any other expression on Frisk's face, told Asrielle everything she needed to know. The goat cuddled up closely to the human, and they snoozed, neither giving much thought to what had taken place between them.